The roads less traveled.
The roads less traveled, are often both.
July, August are months of huge anxiety. These are the months when so many young children embark on their journeys to a higher education, a better education and often a better life. The time from the decision, to the selection, to the confirmation are full of decisions and discussions. When the visa does come and dates come near, it finally hits you and then the days which normally never end, they zoom past (literally).
This is a journey one must experience, its one like none other. I should know, have taken it myself, in much different times, when we did not have even emails to communicate, whatsapps were a distant dream. Calls were made from PCO or homes with ISD facilities. When we did not have google to research and consultants to ask. J. I can almost feel some of you rolling your eyes, oh not another sermon. Well actually this is one, but a different kind.
So here goes,
Your journey begins soon, a road like none other
One would know, have travelled some roads yonder
Few years or a lifetime, time will tell
Memories of these times, will never quell
There will be times, when you are alone and confused
Choices to make and decisions to choose
Sometimes the right choice, sometimes not so smooth
In the end it will work out, it will always do
There will be times, when you will be swayed
Your friends and morals could go astray
Take a deep breath, take a moment to pray
The time will pass and those moments away waved
There will be times decisions to make, no clear path to follow
Mind will be numbed and it will feel like end of the world
Don’t worry, there will always be a choice to make
No roads will end, instead like a river just go with the flow
Of course you will work hard, but remember to absorb more
Experience, embrace and give yourself more
These days, friends and memories will always stand
Some day the value of these days you will understand
Not many have two roads to take, often a single reference
Either you stay or come back, there was a one way street
You will always have two roads, two paths
Both well travelled, both will make a difference
This is the beginning don’t worry about the end
Enjoy the journey, the occasional bend
Shine your brightest, you have all of ours
But, There will always be here home, irrespective of the years
An finally an ode to Frost
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, both well travelled
and I followed my heart, it took me down several paths
Several twists and turns, in the end it all worked out
And that has made all the difference.